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Mar. 3rd, 2025 06:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
logans_girl2001My plans for this weekend were to collect all the trash between 3 and 3:30 Friday so that when I clocked out I could just take it right out, come back and watch one of my shows, go clean the bathroom counter, watch one of my shows, clean the mirrors, the toilet, and the cabinet I have next to it, watch another of my shows, clean the tub and shower, watch another show, then finish with vacuuming/mopping the floor and washing the mats.
But that didn't happen. The reason why is very detailed.
Back in November, I told my doctor that there was a day where my heart was beating really hard. It wasn't racing but it was pounding like it was struggling to pump. She ordered an EKG and diagnosed me with A Fib and ordered a referral to a cardiologist.
When they hadn't called a week later, I called her office and they said it looked like the order didn't go through, so they did it again. My doctor had set up a televisit in December to discuss the results. When I told her they hadn't ever called me, she gave me their number and I decided I'd call after the New Year. But I kept forgetting.
At my appointment in March, she ordered the referral again. They still didn't call.
Wednesday, I received an email telling me about the referral. Then Friday during my lunch, they called. I didn't answer because it was a number I don't know, and I don't answer numbers I don't know. I figure if it's important, they'll leave a voicemail. They did leave one, and I decided I'd call back once I got back to work.
Just a few minutes after I clocked in, they called back. I answered and they said, "Hi, Melissa. This is So and So from Dr. So and So’s office."
I have no explanation for the way I crashed out, but I went OFF on the poor woman. I have NEVER received a call and had the person just ASSUME they were talking to me. They ALWAYS ask to speak to me. I was so hot that it was nearly two hours before I stopped shaking.
Because of that, I decided to just take out the trash, mostly because I needed to get the mail (the registration sticker for my car was delivered) and the mailbox is right next to the dumpster, so I didn't see any reason not to take out the trash. I figured I could clean the bathroom Saturday night/Sunday day since I have no other plans.
Saturday, I went to Walmart. I had a budget of $50 because for the first time in several months I'm worried I won't have enough to pay rent and cover any bills that'll hit before I get paid again Thursday.
My list was: chicken, green bean, potatoes, onion soup mix, milk, and cereal. I managed to get all that for less than $40.
When I got home, I cooked the chicken, green beans, and potatoes. I bought two packages of chicken to make sure I had seven chicken breasts so I could have meals for the whole week. I picked a pack that looked like it had five breasts and another one that looked like it had two.
I paid less than $10 for a pack that had five HUGE chicken breasts and one decent sized chicken breast. And when I say HUGE, I mean they had to be about two inches think. The other one ended up having three decent sized chicken breasts. When I say decent I mean they were about an inch thick.
I had found a recipe for sheet pan chicken with potatoes and green beans. I think I need a bigger sheet pan because there was barely enough room for everything.
Because of how thick the chicken is, I was afraid it wouldn't get cooked all the way through. For Christmas, my mom gave everyone a meat thermometer (that wasn't all she gave us, FYI). I was able to finally use it to make sure my chicken was done. Every piece had a temp of around 170 (chicken needs to have a temp of at least 165).
I really wanted to clean the bathroom Saturday night/Sunday day but just couldn't get my act together and get off my ass. Then my mom asked if she could come over Sunday after church to help her buy somethings off Amazon. And I still couldn't get up and do the bathroom. But I did empty, load, and run the dishwasher, so there's that.
My mom did come over and stayed for a couple of hours. We watched this super cute movie on Hallmark+ called The Royal We. It was slow getting started and the ending left us wanting more but we enjoyed it.
Despite all this, I still planned to walk on the treadmill, shower, get dressed, and make my bed. But I got up after just under four hours in bed and decided I didn't feel up to it.
But that didn't happen. The reason why is very detailed.
Back in November, I told my doctor that there was a day where my heart was beating really hard. It wasn't racing but it was pounding like it was struggling to pump. She ordered an EKG and diagnosed me with A Fib and ordered a referral to a cardiologist.
When they hadn't called a week later, I called her office and they said it looked like the order didn't go through, so they did it again. My doctor had set up a televisit in December to discuss the results. When I told her they hadn't ever called me, she gave me their number and I decided I'd call after the New Year. But I kept forgetting.
At my appointment in March, she ordered the referral again. They still didn't call.
Wednesday, I received an email telling me about the referral. Then Friday during my lunch, they called. I didn't answer because it was a number I don't know, and I don't answer numbers I don't know. I figure if it's important, they'll leave a voicemail. They did leave one, and I decided I'd call back once I got back to work.
Just a few minutes after I clocked in, they called back. I answered and they said, "Hi, Melissa. This is So and So from Dr. So and So’s office."
I have no explanation for the way I crashed out, but I went OFF on the poor woman. I have NEVER received a call and had the person just ASSUME they were talking to me. They ALWAYS ask to speak to me. I was so hot that it was nearly two hours before I stopped shaking.
Because of that, I decided to just take out the trash, mostly because I needed to get the mail (the registration sticker for my car was delivered) and the mailbox is right next to the dumpster, so I didn't see any reason not to take out the trash. I figured I could clean the bathroom Saturday night/Sunday day since I have no other plans.
Saturday, I went to Walmart. I had a budget of $50 because for the first time in several months I'm worried I won't have enough to pay rent and cover any bills that'll hit before I get paid again Thursday.
My list was: chicken, green bean, potatoes, onion soup mix, milk, and cereal. I managed to get all that for less than $40.
When I got home, I cooked the chicken, green beans, and potatoes. I bought two packages of chicken to make sure I had seven chicken breasts so I could have meals for the whole week. I picked a pack that looked like it had five breasts and another one that looked like it had two.
I paid less than $10 for a pack that had five HUGE chicken breasts and one decent sized chicken breast. And when I say HUGE, I mean they had to be about two inches think. The other one ended up having three decent sized chicken breasts. When I say decent I mean they were about an inch thick.
I had found a recipe for sheet pan chicken with potatoes and green beans. I think I need a bigger sheet pan because there was barely enough room for everything.
Because of how thick the chicken is, I was afraid it wouldn't get cooked all the way through. For Christmas, my mom gave everyone a meat thermometer (that wasn't all she gave us, FYI). I was able to finally use it to make sure my chicken was done. Every piece had a temp of around 170 (chicken needs to have a temp of at least 165).
I really wanted to clean the bathroom Saturday night/Sunday day but just couldn't get my act together and get off my ass. Then my mom asked if she could come over Sunday after church to help her buy somethings off Amazon. And I still couldn't get up and do the bathroom. But I did empty, load, and run the dishwasher, so there's that.
My mom did come over and stayed for a couple of hours. We watched this super cute movie on Hallmark+ called The Royal We. It was slow getting started and the ending left us wanting more but we enjoyed it.
Despite all this, I still planned to walk on the treadmill, shower, get dressed, and make my bed. But I got up after just under four hours in bed and decided I didn't feel up to it.
